Temple of Remembrance

Sigils of the Temple

Spiritual Sigil on Aged Parchment

Chant of the Whispering Veil

As the rain poured, and the thunder roared,
The ringing began to peak—
I said to myself, what is going on?
It cannot be only me.
What began as a whisper grew clearer still,
As my essence rose from deep within—
It called from past the veil of flesh:
"It’s the veil! That is how it will begin."
The thinning—no trumpet, no flare, just tone.
A trembling thread in the marrow of bone.
Where logic falters, and rhythm remains,
The knowing returns, not bound by names.
The birds fly strange, the dreams press wide,
The silence grows loud from the other side.
You feel it too? Then heed the flame—
You are not mad, you are being named.

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